Don't be angry, Finnula had said, be smart.
His first words to me— not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
Love can be a poison.
Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.
We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
No matter what happens, she said quietly, I want to thank you.Chaol tilted his head to the side. For what?Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. For making...
It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.
His laugh rumbled against me. Eyes closed, the wind roaring like a wild animal, I adjusted my position, gripping him tighter. My knuckles brushed one of his wings- smooth and cool like silk, but hard...
Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast.I frowned at the eye in my palm. What—literally shout at the tattoo?You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I mi...
Dorian nodded his thanks. The first time you met Aelin, did you know...?A snort. No. Gods, no. We wanted to kill each other. The amusement flickered. She was... in a very dark place. We both were. But...
Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve. Don't tell me about tomorrow, or the future, or any of it.
Celaena? Sam asked into the dark. Should I worry about going to sleep?She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously.
And she was snarling, snarling like some kind of animal as she snapped for his neck. He reared back, throwing her against the marble floor again. But the Celaena he knew was gone. The girl he'd imagin...
Alone with Rolfe, Celaena raised her sword. Celaena Sardothien, at your service.The pirate was still staring at her, his face pale with rage. How dare you deceive me? She sketched a bow. I did nothing...
A half-wild beast, Nesta had once called me. It was an effort to not take his hand, to not reach out to him and tell him that I understood.
Why don’t you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?It doesn’t work like that. There’s no air there. I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed.
What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?
We are the Thirteen, she said. From now until the Darkness claims us.
She'd forgotten the name she'd been given, but it made no difference.She had only one name now:Death, devourer of worlds.